people approached from the house, followed by the patrolling guard. Charlie tried not to stumble as he recognized Dalton Montgomery and his daughter, Haley, from the newspaper articles.
Dalton was a tall, well-groomed man with stylish brown hair. Haley was a slender twenty-two-year-old blonde who looked like she’d spent the night as Charlie had, and was irritated to be awakened at this hour. Her bee-stung lips told a story of recent use. Her red-and-white halter-top barely restrained her surgically enhanced breasts, and Charlie could see her erect nipples right through the fabric. Her skimpy red shorts should be illegal.
But he couldn’t help comparing this ho look-alike to Juliana in ho drag. Juliana won in the sex appeal department hands down. Haley just looked like a spoiled brat.
Speaking of Juliana, Charlie wished she were here now to tell him what she could about Montgomery’s involvement with the sculpture. He didn’t look like a man who’d sent someone to steal it. Then again, he didn’t look like someone entrenched in Miami’s criminal underworld.
“My daughter will show you where she wants the tent,” Montgomery said to the group.
“Yes sir, Mr. Montgomery,” the driver replied.
The group of men took hold of the heavy tent and toted it past the pool onto a wide green lawn. The dew had dried under the hot Miami sun, which explained why the tent delivery had arrived later than the chairs.
“I want it here.” Haley pointed to the ground at her feet.
The guard stepped forward and handed the driver a sheet of paper. “Here’s the sprinkler layout so you can avoid puncturing the lines.”
The driver nodded. “We’ve done this lots of times and no one’s had a problem.”
Charlie managed to get a spot close to Montgomery and his daughter as the Paradise workers began the arduous task of erecting the tent.
“The orchestra arrived last night,” Montgomery told his daughter. “They’re settled into the Hilton on the floor below the other guests.”
Charlie noted the name of the hotel.
She huffed. “I hope they’re not going to disturb the guests.”
“I’m sure they won’t.”
Haley looked longingly toward the house. “I don’t know why you had to get musicians from overseas.”
“Only the best for you, Haley. It shows other people that we understand quality.” Montgomery dropped his voice so Charlie had to strain to hear as he held onto the tent’s rope, waiting his turn for the rope to be staked to the ground.
“And that outfit screams tramp. You’re about to be married. I want you to look like a decent young woman.”
She turned her angry face to him. “There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing, Daddy. You’re out of touch with fashion.”
“I’m not out of touch. I want you to portray a little more chasteness as your wedding approaches. And to that end, I want you to move into a bedroom on the other side of the house . . . alone.”
“Daddy, that’s ridiculous.”
“It’s not. It’s only for one night. I don’t want you looking like this on your wedding day.”
Haley placed her hands on her hips. The pose thrust out her breasts and compromised the halter-top. Her lower lip jutted mulishly. “Like what?”
“Like you’ve just had sex.”
Charlie turned away to bite back his laughter. He’d been right. He bet he’d looked like that when he arrived this morning. He wondered how Juliana looked. To his astonishment he began to grow erect picturing her the last time they’d made love . . . less than a handful of hours ago. Her lips, nipples, and the flesh between her legs had been flushed from overuse. But the satisfied look on her face had said she’d loved every minute of his handling. He’d hated leaving her.
“Careful, man,” the Paradise worker next to him warned in a low voice. “You’re gonna get fired if you keep thinking about that girl like that. She’s the big boss’s daughter, and this tent is for
her
wedding.”
The man moved
Dalton was a tall, well-groomed man with stylish brown hair. Haley was a slender twenty-two-year-old blonde who looked like she’d spent the night as Charlie had, and was irritated to be awakened at this hour. Her bee-stung lips told a story of recent use. Her red-and-white halter-top barely restrained her surgically enhanced breasts, and Charlie could see her erect nipples right through the fabric. Her skimpy red shorts should be illegal.
But he couldn’t help comparing this ho look-alike to Juliana in ho drag. Juliana won in the sex appeal department hands down. Haley just looked like a spoiled brat.
Speaking of Juliana, Charlie wished she were here now to tell him what she could about Montgomery’s involvement with the sculpture. He didn’t look like a man who’d sent someone to steal it. Then again, he didn’t look like someone entrenched in Miami’s criminal underworld.
“My daughter will show you where she wants the tent,” Montgomery said to the group.
“Yes sir, Mr. Montgomery,” the driver replied.
The group of men took hold of the heavy tent and toted it past the pool onto a wide green lawn. The dew had dried under the hot Miami sun, which explained why the tent delivery had arrived later than the chairs.
“I want it here.” Haley pointed to the ground at her feet.
The guard stepped forward and handed the driver a sheet of paper. “Here’s the sprinkler layout so you can avoid puncturing the lines.”
The driver nodded. “We’ve done this lots of times and no one’s had a problem.”
Charlie managed to get a spot close to Montgomery and his daughter as the Paradise workers began the arduous task of erecting the tent.
“The orchestra arrived last night,” Montgomery told his daughter. “They’re settled into the Hilton on the floor below the other guests.”
Charlie noted the name of the hotel.
She huffed. “I hope they’re not going to disturb the guests.”
“I’m sure they won’t.”
Haley looked longingly toward the house. “I don’t know why you had to get musicians from overseas.”
“Only the best for you, Haley. It shows other people that we understand quality.” Montgomery dropped his voice so Charlie had to strain to hear as he held onto the tent’s rope, waiting his turn for the rope to be staked to the ground.
“And that outfit screams tramp. You’re about to be married. I want you to look like a decent young woman.”
She turned her angry face to him. “There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing, Daddy. You’re out of touch with fashion.”
“I’m not out of touch. I want you to portray a little more chasteness as your wedding approaches. And to that end, I want you to move into a bedroom on the other side of the house . . . alone.”
“Daddy, that’s ridiculous.”
“It’s not. It’s only for one night. I don’t want you looking like this on your wedding day.”
Haley placed her hands on her hips. The pose thrust out her breasts and compromised the halter-top. Her lower lip jutted mulishly. “Like what?”
“Like you’ve just had sex.”
Charlie turned away to bite back his laughter. He’d been right. He bet he’d looked like that when he arrived this morning. He wondered how Juliana looked. To his astonishment he began to grow erect picturing her the last time they’d made love . . . less than a handful of hours ago. Her lips, nipples, and the flesh between her legs had been flushed from overuse. But the satisfied look on her face had said she’d loved every minute of his handling. He’d hated leaving her.
“Careful, man,” the Paradise worker next to him warned in a low voice. “You’re gonna get fired if you keep thinking about that girl like that. She’s the big boss’s daughter, and this tent is for
her
wedding.”
The man moved
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